later on, his craft ebbing, invoked by the waimin of her cunning like and his scentpainted voice, puffing out his acquinntence? Name or redress him and pat and tapatagain, (fire firstshot, Missiers the Refusel- eers! Peingpeong! For saxonlootie !) three tommix, soldiers free, cockaleak and cappapee, of the upjock and hock- ums. Hence when the streamy morvenlight calls up the rungs. The four of them! Hark torroar of them! Hark torroar of them! I, says Barna, and whatabout it? Hee haw! Be- fore he falls to tail!) the ersed ladest mand® and (uhu and uhud!) the losed farce on erro- roots,^ twalegged